Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 16

Chapter-16. Free butterfly

[Xanthea]

Nesryn called someone while I stayed in the foyer. Standing by the intricately designed arched window, I peered outside.

My brain identified as many plants and herbs as it could, matching the details and sketches I had seen in my mother's books and diaries. But there were still a lot more plants I couldn't identify.

I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical.

The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

It landed on a flower with translucent whitish blue petals. Pressing my palm and nose against the cold glass, my eyes followed the butterfly.

"It has always fascinated me how petty things hold the power to bring something as mysterious as a smile onto someone's face in mere seconds. A butterfly, for instance..."

Before I turned around to figure out the source of the deep resonating voice, a tall, well-built man stood right beside me. His deep blue eyes contemplated the butterfly. His platinum hair was partially coiffed on the back while the fringes falling over his forehead and eyelids were frivolously at the mercy of winds.

Sliding the sleeves of his white shirt to his elbow, he slid his hands into his black pants pockets. He tilted his head, analyzing the butterfly intently that flexed his sharp jawline and handsome facial features.

"Does this butterfly make you happy?" He asked.

I wasn't sure who he was or if or how I was supposed to reply to him. So I remained silent and pretended to be gazing at the butterfly.

"Wouldn't you capture it? Keep it in a cage and adore it at your leisure. Or maybe better. You can catch it, kill it and then pin it with preservatives. Then its beauty will forever be yours. Dead, but yours. Should I catch it for you?"

He stretched out his hand over the glass of the window and gestures as if he had the power to catch the butterfly in mid-air without touching it.

"No..." I said, keeping my voice low. "Please don't catch it. Please don't cage it and please don't kill it."

He tensed his brows and then looked at me.

"Why not? Wouldn't you be sad when it's gone? You might never see it again."

"Sad?" I shook my head. "No."

"Why?"

"I think it's beautiful only because it's free and alive. You take away any of those and its beauty wouldn't ever be the same again."

"Why not?"

much you glorify scars, they'll always be ugly to

doesn't get hurt when I

has been no cage that hasn't wounded the one inside it, and not all

its wings and took off flying higher and higher, far away from

He scratched his chin.

you're right,"

swiftly looked outside the window. My gaze froze, and then I cautiously

appeared from his neck and covered half of his

locked with mine, and I

it with pride. Alpha Asher doesn't react much. It's actually difficult to comprehend him. But they are the only ones who act like it isn't a big deal. Others can barely look at it. Honestly..." he looked at his faint reflection in the window's glass. "I can barely look at myself. So..." he ran his fingers across his chin, and the scar disappeared. "So, I hide it away. Makes living with

the way, isn't our pack a cage for you?" He

I dropped my gaze.

was why I liked to see the butterfly free and admire it, for it had something I couldn't even

of how we wish to see ourselves.' My

I like butterflies..." I

never see how beautiful

shifting his gaze beyond the window. His voice toned

and condensation of a muser's words. You should be free, just like that butterfly.

the full experience.

curled my fingers around my

dream I yearned to pursue, not even freedom. Maybe there was only one thing I looked forward to and feared at the same time - death. He stepped closer. "I can

Nesryn called as she strutted closer to

B-beta?

then shifted

doing?" Nesryn questioned

turned to

a friendly chit-chat with the new bride and some admiring," he smiled, facing Nesryn.

eyes before rolling

but that can change

faintly. "You can still call me

as well call you a

same dick you once wanted all over yourself. Still

with herself as she flounced upstairs. I had to run to keep up with her pace. "That fucking jerk! Dumbass bastard! Stay away from him, Xanthea.

took an elevator and before

me to tell you to wait here. I'll head back to

the best with your

brows with a confused,

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